"Shove her into the sand," said Smith. And he went ashore. He climbed with difficulty upon the highest dune, and looked west. Presently he called to the others.
"Come up and tell me what you can see, if you can see anything."
They ploughed their way through the sand, and stood by him, looking west.
"You, Baker?" said Smith.
And shading his eyes, the Baker looked across the glaring, white, uneven plain, rolling in big sand waves, with here and there a few wattles upon its barren surface.
"There may be a bit of a bluish range out yonder, but I ain't sure," said he.
"You, Kitty?" asked Smith.
"There's a big tree, Smith," said the girl.
And Smith nodded.
"It stands by itself," he said, "and the trunk of it isn't to be seen. What shall we do, Baker?"